Jenny Owen Youngs – Porchrail Lyrics

Ive got a case of the stares like you wouldnt believe.
Everyone moves around with me,
I try to focus but I cant keep still
and since youre kind I think you will.

Just hold right there,
dont move or blink.
Just need a minute
to sit and think.

I got a spat of attention
always on my tea,
Every urge on that swing turns tradgically free.

Theres nothing more attractive like the thing you cant have.
Ive got every intention of loosing my tie,
from the motivation to make this man mine.

Just hold right there
dont move or blink.
Just need a minute
to sit and think.

Im going to be sick,
I think Im going to be sick